Hearing that the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor intended to send the Sword Lunatic away, the Yunhua Ancestor suppressed his own fury and chimed in.
“Yes, yes... Sword... oh... Old Jian! Go look for your Saint elsewhere. We need to collect the remains and prepare for the funeral...”
He muttered inwardly: Maybe if this pauper goes looking for his Saint, he’ll actually find that monkey! As long as we keep an eye on him, we can take advantage of the situation later!
“Oh... my Saint isn't dead, so there's no rush to find him! Respect for the dead comes first; I should stay and help you all!”
The group felt the urge to slap him to death again upon hearing those words.
Do we look like we need your help?
Before anyone could speak, the Sword Lunatic continued to introduce someone to them.
“A funeral, right? Why don't I introduce you to an expert I know? One of my neighbors in the rented courtyard, a little fat kid named Huang Tianbao. He’s a pro at handling funerals. I heard he’s managed over ten thousand of them. Whether it’s a joint burial, cremation, earth burial, sea burial... he can handle everything clearly and beautifully for you...”
At this moment, the Sword Lunatic was still unaware of Huang Tianbao’s current situation and was doing his best to recommend him to the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the others. He had heard this from the big yellow dog while they were drinking and boasting together.
The dog wouldn't lie to me, right?
Seeing the Sword Lunatic’s enthusiastic face and his incessant yapping, the ancestors felt a surge of rage.
A warrior can be killed, but not insulted! You’re insulting us over and over, then pinning us to the ground to step on our pride!
They felt as if their Dao Hearts were about to explode from anger!
However, their bellies only swelled with frustration; they had plenty of rage but didn't dare to spark a real fight. Swallowing another breath of resentment, the Tianqi Ancestor looked at the Sword Lunatic and said through gritted teeth, “Attending a funeral requires a condolence gift...”
“Right! A gift is mandatory!”
“Yes, you can't just sponge off the feast for free!”
Following the Tianqi Ancestor’s lead, the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor quickly chimed in.
The Sword Lunatic froze, looking at the mangled corpses being gathered nearby. Then, looking at the number of sects involved, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Good heavens, even if I only give one spirit stone per family, that’s quite a lot! Then again, if I give one spirit stone and the whole sect goes to eat a meal together, it’s not a bad deal! No... no... my Saint has learned the skill of making money now. Besides, I just earned a lot of spirit stones; I can't keep acting like that! Before, I was just too poor and had no choice... This time, I should at least give ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones per family.
Thinking about giving away so much, the Sword Lunatic felt stung to the core!
But just then, the Tianqi Ancestor suddenly spoke up, “Only one person per family is allowed to attend the feast!”
“Exactly...”
“Indeed!”
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor followed suit immediately after the Tianqi Ancestor finished speaking.
The three of them had suddenly recalled an incident. Back when the Tianqi Ancestor celebrated his birthday, the Sword Lunatic had given a single spirit stone as a gift and brought his entire sect to eat for three days straight. That guy had consumed a massive amount of spirit fruit and spiritual wine. It would have been one thing if they just ate, but every one of them looked cold and distant, as if the host owed them money! A perfectly good birthday banquet had been turned into a chaotic mess.
Since then, whenever anything happened, no one notified the Guiyi Sword Sect—all to prevent them from sponging off the feasts. They had been so focused on getting him to leave just now that they had almost forgotten about this loophole! Thus, the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor had moved quickly to close it.
“Why do I feel like you're targeting me? It’s not like I won't give a gift!” the Sword Lunatic said, frowning at the ancestors.
“That’s right, we are targeting you! We still remember that time you sent your disciples and grand-disciples to sponge off the feast...” the Tianqi Ancestor stated flatly.
This guy has the nerve to sponge off us; why shouldn't I have the thick skin to reject him?
The Sword Lunatic smacked his lips, unable to help but regret sponging so hard back then. If he had known, he wouldn't have brought half the sect. But at the time, his Master had just passed away and he had just taken over the sect; his pockets were empty... He had only sponged off the feast to give his disciples some nourishment!
“Ahem... Why are you so vengeful? That’s all in the past. Is there any point in bringing it up again?” the Sword Lunatic grumbled.
The Tianqi Ancestor and the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor just stared at him with eerie gazes, remaining silent. Their message was clear: We don't want to talk to you.
“Fine, fine... I’ll leave, alright?” the Sword Lunatic said.
At the same time, he muttered to himself: I’ll actually save money this time!
Hearing this, the Tianqi Ancestor and the others let out a sigh of relief. Good heavens, this pauper is finally leaving!
Whoosh...
A ripple appeared in the void. It wasn't the Sword Lunatic leaving; it was the arrival of the Tianji Old Man!
The moment they saw the Tianji Old Man, the breath the three ancestors had just released hitched in their throats again. Great... now this pauper definitely wasn't going to leave.
Sure enough, as soon as the Tianji Old Man appeared, the Sword Lunatic stepped forward enthusiastically to greet him.
“Fellow Daoist Tianji, long time no see! Quick, calculate for me—when will I strike it rich?”
The Tianji Old Man had a lean and upright figure, with a plain, wide Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. His crane-white hair hung to his shoulders, and his face was ruddy and full of spirit.
“Greetings, Fellow Daoist Jian! I already calculated for you before—in this life, you won't even get to eat a four-course meal!” The Tianji Old Man stroked his beard and nodded slightly.
“Hmm?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Tianji Old Man froze. He noticed that the Sword Lunatic’s physiognomy had actually changed! There was a trend toward great wealth and prestige...
“Did you encounter a noble person?” the Tianji Old Man asked in surprise.
The Sword Lunatic stroked his beard and said with certainty, “I didn't meet a noble person, but my Saint did! He learned a great skill for making money, hahaha...”
Thinking of the money-making methods his Saint had acquired, the Sword Lunatic couldn't help but laugh heartily.
The Tianji Old Man nodded. This noble person was no ordinary figure! They had actually managed to alter this guy’s life fate of lifelong poverty!
Only the Tiansheng Sect Leader’s face looked terrible. Dammit, 'learned a money-making skill' my ass. It’s just kidnapping and extortion... completely inhuman...
Meanwhile, the three ancestors, who were unaware of the details, exchanged dark looks. They absolutely could not allow the Guiyi Sword Sect to make a fortune. They were already this formidable while broke; if they had money and cultivation resources, wouldn't they be even more terrifying?
Just then, the Tianji Old Man stroked his beard again and asked with a smile, “I wonder, what did you invite me here to calculate?”
He scanned the scene and asked slowly. Seeing that the Sword Lunatic was also present, he assumed he was with the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the others, so he asked directly.
The Sword Lunatic was taken aback. He hadn't expected that the Tianji Old Man was actually invited by the Tiansheng Sect and the others.
Before the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor could speak, the Sword Lunatic introduced the situation enthusiastically.
“Fellow Daoist Tianji, they’re planning a funeral. They probably invited you to help find an auspicious burial site...”
The Tianji Old Man couldn't help but frown slightly. Finding an auspicious burial site requires someone of my status?
“Fellow Daoist Tianji, don't listen to his nonsense!” the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor said, unable to hold back any longer. He then turned to the Sword Lunatic. “Fellow Daoist Jian, weren't you going to look for your Saint? Hurry up and go!”
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